Flapper Girl loved Wilma more than Halloween itself. Wilma was candy corn to Flapper Girl’s Snickers bar, together they were the trick and the treats at every Halloween party.
They met on the stoop of a raging Halloween party. Flapper Girl was fighting her way through the other costumed guests when Bugs Bunny jerked her around by her arm. Wilma, mounting the stairs, saw exactly what was happening. Drawing her fist, she popped Bugs right in the stomach and shouted in his face, “What’s up, Doc!”
Pushing the rabbit aside and tugging Flapper Girl by the wrist, they ran. Wilma led them to the safety of her car. As they sped down the street, their getaway was complete, and Flapper Girl was relieved.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Wilma, just Wilma”
“Why did you help me, Wilma?”
“I know what you were doing. I have seen you twice this week, and I know you got caught.”
“What are you talking about?” Flapper Girl looked at Wilma, wondering how she could possibly know that she was a Halloween party crasher.
“Let’s just say it takes one to know one,” Wilma grinned. “Are you up for one more party tonight?”
A half-dozen Halloween seasons have passed, and besides the addition of Fred and Al Capone, not much has changed.
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